Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.